Reading

Reading is, to me, a pleasure, Something I will always treasure. It’s the way I start my day When I’m at home or far away. A novel takes me to a place Where I am in a different space, Absorbed in lives I’ve never known With other problems than my own. The New York Times brings me the news Which in my poems I often use And magazines on trains, I’ve found, Help me forget I’m underground. Of all the reading that I do, The one I savor, through and through, Is done aloud with heed supplied By grandchild sitting by my side.